Charmed Read online Lexi Blake (Masters and Mercenaries #20.5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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She rolled her hips and he hissed as pleasure swamped his every sense. She moved over him, rubbing against him and making him groan in a mix of frustration and bliss.

“Stop teasing me,” he managed to growl. Maybe he could spank her. And then fuck her senseless.

She shifted and he was right where he wanted to be. She lowered herself onto his cock, inch by glorious inch.

He let his hands find her hips, helping to guide her up and down. He slammed up, thrusting deep inside her and watching her as she moved over him with sensual grace. She was the single sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and it was about so much more than her gorgeous face and body. There was a glow about her that drew him in again and again.

She shuddered above him and let out the sweetest moan.

It was his turn. He flipped her onto her back and took complete control. She wrapped those long legs around his waist as he slammed into her. It wasn’t more than a few hard thrusts before he was careening over the edge, his whole body alive with pleasure.

He dropped down, letting her have his full weight. She merely wound her arms around him and held him tight.

They lay that way for the longest time, unwilling to break the connection.

Chapter Ten

The buzz of her mobile brought her out of sleep long before she would have wanted. She was warm, her body sated and replete with the pleasure JT had lavished on her. After the first time, he’d slowed things down, but he hadn’t let her sleep until she’d come four more times. There was a delicious ache in her backside that reminded her of how good that man was at giving a spanking.

She glanced at the clock. Almost two in the morning.

She wanted to stay in bed with him, their bodies wrapped around each other like they fit together even though she was terrified they didn’t. In the dark she could pretend she never had to make a decision at all.

But the buzzing of that mobile reminded her she had a job to do. After all, only a few people had that number and not one of them would call at this hour if it wasn’t important. She eased out of bed, the mobile in her hand, and made her way to the luxurious bathroom in an attempt to not wake her sleeping billionaire.

Would things be different if he was a normal guy? If he was normal, he might be willing to move to be closer to her rather than being forced to insist on the opposite.

She closed the door between them and looked down at the screen.

Multiple suspects on the move. Sandra and the kid are tailing the boys, but the assistant is walking around the grounds acting sketchy as hell. I’m not sure if she’s high or drunk or making her play. Should I leave my monitor and follow her?

She quickly dialed his number. “Don’t move. I need you to keep eyes on everyone. Have you seen the spy?”

“I haven’t, but I suspect the drop is going to be somewhere I don’t have cameras,” Hutch explained. “I’m betting on the beach, since it would be easy to meet in the middle and they wouldn’t need a car.”

“Where is Deanna?” If Sandra and Drake were following the men, she could certainly take on JT’s assistant.

“She’s been pacing by the pool. She was on her phone for a while. When Jordy walked by, she hid.”

So she didn’t want anyone to see her. “Are Jordy and Patrick together?”

“They’re both in the bar, but they’re at different tables. Patrick is talking to another one of the guests, but he’s been off and on his phone. Jordy’s alone and he keeps looking at his watch,” Hutch explained.

“He told JT he was heading to bed the last time we talked to him.” He’d been one of the last people at the party, and she’d watched him walk out of the bar. Why had he gone back?

“Sandra and Drake have both exits covered and intend to follow them. I contacted you because I’m worried that the bar is about to close and we’ll need a third set of eyes,” Hutch relayed. “I’m in contact with our friends, but I’m concerned about the assistant. She’s carrying what looks like a heavy bag. I don’t think that was what she was using earlier.”

Deanna had been carrying a clutch at dinner. It had barely been big enough to hold a mobile and some lipstick. “I’ll shadow her. My room is fairly close to the pool. You stay where you can watch us, and let me know if anything else happens. Including with Drake.”

She didn’t want him to think he could waltz off with the prototype. She was certain JT would get it back at some point, but only after the US government had studied it and figured out a way to use it, thereby cutting Malone Oil out.



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